Chapter 99
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Submission (3)
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Ha Yoon blinked her eyes blankly.
Did she lose consciousness for a moment, or had she kept her eyes open but simply not seen anything? She couldn't tell which it was, but at some point, her vision had cleared. The cloth that had been covering her eyes was gone, though she had no idea when it had been removed.
Had twelve hours already passed? She wasn't sure. Her mind felt utterly empty. Ha Yoon let out a faint breath.
The air carried a sticky, musty smell—a mixture of various odors. Ammonia from urine, the distinctive scent of a TS victim's arousal fluids, the smell of male semen.
Normally, she could have quickly pinpointed the source of each one, but right now, that was impossible for Ha Yoon. She slowly rolled her eyes toward the window where sunlight poured in. For some reason, she felt a longing to go over to that spot where the warm light fell.
But her body was still bound tight. Even trying to move her arms—nails all pulled out, skin scraped raw by the ropes—they wouldn't budge an inch. No, she wasn't even sure if she'd actually tried to move them.
How did limbs even work? Nothing came to mind except the instinctive act of breathing. There was no sensation in her arms or legs at all. It felt like full anesthesia. Ha Yoon shook the only part she could move: her head.
Only then did the chair she was bound to creak and shift faintly. But that wasn't nearly enough to break free of the restraints. As Ha Yoon twisted her neck back and forth, her face began to contort.
"Ugh..."
It was like a child whining in frustration because they couldn't do what they wanted. The ball gag was no longer in her mouth, so she could have formed words if she'd tried, but all she managed were mumbling sounds.
The mumbling soon turned into hiccupping sobs. But she didn't wail loudly like a child might. It was as if she didn't even have the energy for that—just tears dripping steadily down her cheeks. An unconscious acknowledgment that crying and carrying on wouldn't set her free.
Temporary regression? Teacher Gan, who had been sitting in a chair observing her, wore an intrigued expression. She'd clearly scanned the infirmary earlier but hadn't noticed him there. That's why she was hiccupping away, tears streaming unchecked.
He considered watching a little longer, but realizing lunchtime was approaching, he decided to get things ready in advance. He detached the broken rotor from its button cord where it lay on the desk, then hurled it straight at Ha Yoon.
"Ah!"
With a sharp smack, the rotor struck her forehead and clattered to the floor. As a red welt began to swell on her brow, Ha Yoon's gaze slowly shifted to Teacher Gan.
"If you're awake, the first thing you do is greet me, Ha Yoon."
"Hii...!"
Ha Yoon let out a shrill scream and shoved at the floor with her legs as if trying to flee. But the chair was bolted down tight, and the restraints let her rise only halfway onto her tiptoes at best—it was hopeless. After a few futile attempts to break free, moisture welled up in her eyes.
"Crying again? Keep it up, and I'll strap you back into the devices."
"N-No!!!"
Ear-splitting. Teacher Gan winced involuntarily. Her throat had to be raw from all the screaming by now—where was that voice even coming from? It meant she was mentally at her limit.
"I don't want the devices. Sorry. I won't cry. So please, anything but that... Hic, hic!"
Her face paled as she mumbled in panic. Probably the memory of endless orgasms flooding back. It looked like a mild shock—gasping as if her throat were closing up, limbs twitching wildly on their own.
For an ordinary person, you'd untie them immediately and administer aid, but Teacher Gan simply watched her convulse.
A few minutes passed before Ha Yoon's condition stabilized. Her high healing power worked not just on wounds but on the mental side too. That was why every TS victim had to endure half a year of training at the academy.
No matter how strong a TS victim's restorative homeostasis was, it couldn't erase the effects of prolonged conditioning.
Teacher Gan approached the still-panting Ha Yoon. As the click of his shoes echoed closer, her face drained of color once more.
But that was all. No shock this time—just him drawing near. He circled behind her, stroked her thoroughly disheveled hair, and spoke.
"Isn't it amusing? Kim Seon-ah, who offered up her body to protect you, now begging me to help break you."
At the name Kim Seon-ah, Ha Yoon's head jerked up. But Teacher Gan clamped down on her pink-dyed scalp and forced it back.
"What can I say—it was a novel experience. Years of training, and I've seen all sorts of twisted things, but this was a first: the girl who sacrificed herself to save another now trying to subdue her."
"Hic...!"
"Did you two fight or something? Is that why Kim Seon-ah came to me with that request?"
Of course, Teacher Gan knew that wasn't the case. It was a bet between the two of them. Just an extreme one, where Kim Seon-ah had pulled out all the stops.
Ha Yoon couldn't answer right away. The regression hadn't fully lifted, and with her head pinned down, she was terrified of him.
Naturally, Teacher Gan didn't give a damn about her state. He reached between the ropes binding her body and roughly milked her massive exposed breasts like an udder.
"Aaak!"
"When I ask a question, you answer, Ha Yoon. What, forgotten already?"
"No. Sob, sorry. I'll answer right now..."
Ha Yoon fought back tears, remembering his earlier threat, her eyes going wide to hold them in. But the sniffling was unavoidable.
"We didn't fight. Just a difference of opinion, sob—that's all."
"Difference of opinion? Be more specific."
"I was bullying one of the trainees... Hic!"
"Bullying how? Tell me."
As he squeezed her breasts again like wringing them out, the sniffling Ha Yoon slowly began to speak. Bit by bit, the ways she'd vented her frustrations on Juyeon-hwa came spilling from her lips.
Like a confession in the booth, she kept inserting apologies here and there. Teacher Gan told her to cut the bullshit and slammed his fist into her breast.
The impact was so sharp she gasped involuntarily and let a single tear fall. And Teacher Gan didn't miss it.
"You just cried, didn't you?"
His face was suddenly right up in hers as he murmured, sending her pupils shaking wildly. But she couldn't lie. He'd seen it plain as day—no courage in her current state to brazen it out.
"...Sor, sorry."
The voice was as small as a mosquito's. She hadn't even meant to say it consciously. But the moment it slipped out, the tears she'd been holding back poured down in streams.
Resignation that it was all over. Despair at facing endless mind-searing pleasure in the darkness once more. Terror of Teacher Gan, who would inflict it.
"Sorrysorrysorrysorry..."
All tangled together, Ha Yoon repeated the word like a broken radio.
'Twelve hours is definitely more punishment than training.'
Watching her, Teacher Gan felt neither alarm nor guilt. He chalked it up to trial and error, already thinking ahead.
But that was that, and this was this. He seized her nipples with both hands and yanked.
"Sorry, hiit?!"
"The devices all fried from overload, so I'll punish you manually. Lucky you, right?"
"Y-Yes! Thank you, aaht!"
Ha Yoon gasped for breath, unable to finish her sentence. It had only been twelve hours since she'd flailed in agony under the banner of pleasure, and now just some nipple torment had her pussy wetting again.
Even after leaking so much urine and fluids that the floor around her chair was noticeably darker than the rest of the infirmary.
Realizing it late, she felt her mouth and throat parched—dry as a desert, somehow only now registering.
She panted desperately.
"Tea, ahng, cher...!"
"Why are you calling me?"
"Th, hng, my throat's so dry..."
His hands stilled on her nipples. Ha Yoon panted, staring up at him in confusion at the sudden stop.
Seeing his coldly hardened expression, she fidgeted, wondering what she'd done wrong.
Too presumptuous? A mere trainee demanding that? Hell, if she'd been the trainer, she'd have slapped the girl till her mouth bled and told her to quench her thirst on that.
The thought made her feel like she'd dug her own grave. Her face crumpled into a teary mess.
"Throat dry, huh? So you want water?"
"Huu, n-no, not like thaaat..."
"Then you're lying to me? In that case, punishment—"
"N-No! Water! I want water, that's true!"
The word "punishment" sent her shrieking like she was seizing again, and a sly curve appeared at the corner of Teacher Gan's mouth.
"Looks like you're really parched. Can't deny you then."
Relief washed over her. But as he stood and began undoing his belt, her face crumpled anew.
"T-Teacher Gan?"
"Thirsty, aren't you? No water cooler around, so quench yourself on this instead."
With those words, his hidden cock dangled out toward her face. Even in her regressed state, she knew exactly what that meant.
Her lips trembled as if to protest, but her head drooped.
"...,..don't want."
It was a faint whisper. But it grew louder until Teacher Gan could hear.
"Don't want! Urine? I just want plain water! Nooooo!"
She shrieked in a frenzy before collapsing into exhausted pants. She swallowed hard under his silent, downward gaze.
"S-So, um, this is, like..."
Incoherent words tumbled out. She'd blurted it in the heat of the moment, but regret hit late. Should've endured. Should've just drunk it. Face a teary wreck, she spat excuses.
Of course, it changed nothing. Teacher Gan's hand rose slowly. His open palm clenched gradually into a fist.
Ha Yoon stared at it, crying and laughing at once.
With a dull thud, her mouth filled with blood.